I pray to god and beg him so,
to save me and let me go.
The place I call home,
is the place of grief and pain.
I never even saw the rain,
so I ran away.
I ended up where I started
even hell is better then this,
but it is the place i'll always miss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem, But I'll never miss home. I ran away and never went back.